Disclaimer:Nope, I don't own Camelot, Golden Sun, or Nintendo. I wish I did.
Chapter Four:The Journey Home begins
Mia…
Piers sat in the parlor, waiting for Mia to finish packing her things. They would be leaving as soon as possible, to go and pay their respects.
It had been three days since Mia had gotten the message. It had been three days since she'd shown up at his door, crying. It had been three days since her cheeks had been dry.
Hearing Mia's door close, Piers stood up. He had a ship waiting, courtesy of His Majesty, King Hydros. They were to go together, as always they did. He didn't trust Mia to be alone with herself at the moment, anyway.
She walked down puffy-eyed, carrying three bags of her things. As a healer, she had always been taught that personal effects weren't important, but that didn't mean she heeded such advice. As quickly as he could, Piers grabbed all three bags for her, and beckoned her to lead the way.
Hardly anyone in Lemuria knew about Isaac's death. Those who did thought it tragic, but didn't spare it a second thought. The only other person who seemed affected was the king, whom had respected Isaac, although he had only dealt with Felix.
Walking through the misty city, the pair encountered nearly no one. After all, it was 11:00 at night, and Lemurians don't party.
Arriving at the docks, Piers wished they weren't so…gloomy. A dank, damp, slimy cave wasn't what Mia needed at the moment.
Standing in front of the top-of-the-line, hot-off-the-press Lemurian Luxury Cruiser, Piers hoped this would be enough comfort to cheer her up, a little bit at least.
The ship was colossal, at least compared to any of the other ships in that day and age. It was twice the size of the old ships. It was a lavish purple and blue beast, complete with floors and floors of rooms, restaurants, and even an inn. Of course, it was just the two companions and Piers' crew, so the nothing, even the gift shop, would be manned.
Walking onboard, Piers took Mia's belongings to her cabin. Returning to the deck, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her again, hoping to cheer her up.
What kind of misfortune is this? The day after we get engaged, we get news of Isaac's death. What kind of cruel universe do we live in?
It was true. Four nights previous, Piers had taken Mia to the beach, which had recently been restored with the rebirth of alchemy, under the pretense of showing her a special move, developed by Lemurians. Well, it was special, alright. He had had those words, so often used, yet the every woman's dream to hear – "Will you marry me?" – carved out of ice, and hidden underwater. Then, when the time was right, he had conjured the message up, and had received the most passionate kiss he could have imagined. The next time he'd seen her, she'd been in tears.
I love you, Mia.